It’s been a busy, fun-filled weekend.  So warm and muggy that I’ve been running into the bathroom now and then, just to splash cold water on my flushed cheeks.  

On Saturday, bright and early, my parents pulled into the driveway.  My heart leaps when I see them arrive, it’s always a great feeling to have them near.

We got right to visiting, all eleven of us.

After a while, Rich and Dad ran a few errands while Mom and I meandered around outside.

Sarah stayed with us the whole time, chattering in her little girlie ways.  We went for a walk so I could show Mom the biggest “Jack in the Pulpit” (wildflower) I ever saw.  We picked ferns and walked Jacob and Ethan to their weekend job at the neighbor’s.

Back inside, we puttered around in the kitchen and made Raspberry Rhubarb Jam.  Caleb showed Grandma his fun computer game. 

She was busy reading to Sarah Joy on the couch when I took this picture of our lovely jam.   Grace was busy writing her book.

After the men got back,Mom and I drove down town to the library and to a second-hand shop where she bought Sarah a darling wooden baby doll crib.  I purchased a few serving dishes for ice cream, pudding, or jello.  They had four at the shop, and Mom said she had the same dishes at home and she would give them to me.  I hope it all adds up to nine.

The little boys found this baby turtle down at the stream.  It was so tiny in my hands, but so perfect.  I wanted to keep it as a pet but we let it go.  I miss him.

I was working in the kitchen (again?) when Seth asked me to read to him so I said, “Go ask Grandpa to read it”.

I quickly popped my dinner in the oven so I could take a few pictures of the coziness.  I love listening to my Dad and Mom reading out loud to the children.  It brings back so many memories.  I also love the looks on their faces as they listen to another voice besides mama’s.

And I think sometimes Dad actually gets to read one that he hasn’t ever read before, even though he is now an old man (so he says, even though he’s a very young grandpa).  He always likes the stories …… maybe just as much as Seth.  “Wild Things” is a current favorite and Dad read it great.  Then, they read Jamberry.

Can it get any better than this?  Three of the most dear and special faces.  Yes, that is a big bump on Sethie’s forehead, alas, he hit his own self, with a metal baseball bat.

The crazy mama.

After a quick manicotti dinner, we all headed downtown to the Little League field.  Davy had a game and Grandma and Grandpa got to watch it.  He was just so thrilled about it all.

It is quite a shame, that I did not get a photo of the baseball player.  Such is life.  Oh well.

My two very favorite men.  

 

After the game, which did not end until 9:30-something PM, Mom and Dad headed back to their hotel.  They spent Sunday with my brother Isaac, and went home that afternoon.

 

These pictures are from Sunday morning, right before we went to church.

I simply A D O R E this one.   Caleb, Sarah, Dave, and Seth. 

 

And here I am, with my littlest one.

 

My weekend book….and the ever ready sunglasses.  It’s been so wonderfully sunny.

 

I can’t believe I even had time to read.

 

Rich and I went out on a quick date on Sunday afternoon.  On our way home, we saw a big bird and pulled over to take a picture.  We were laughing as we tried to get the best possible angle, passing the camera back and forth, as cars were passing us and quite possibly wondering what the two oddballs were doing?!

This was the best one.  An oriole was flying around, making noise and I hoped that the big bird wasn’t trying to vandalize it’s nest.  There were clearly some issues going on.

 

Today was a zoo day, pond day, and yard work day.  I took some photos but those will be shared at another time.

 

Thanking God for this beautiful life and for my lovely friends, like you.  heart

 

 

jam and muffins

 Outside around our place we have beautiful blue wildflowers;

 nesting supplies for the birds; 

a fine feathered rooster;

and tiny toad tadpoles.  (To name just a few interesting outdoorsy sort of things.)

Guess what, my friends?  I made homemade jam this weekend (in a bit of time between ball games).  Oh, it was very rewarding and such an easy recipe.  I found the recipe (and the muffin one, too) in a cookbook that I borrowed from the library.

Apricot-Pineapple Jam, makes 4 cups

1 box dried apricots

1 20 oz. can crushed pineapple

6 cups sugar

12 maraschino cherries, coarsely chopped

1 package Certo pectin

1 T. butter

Cut the apricots into small pieces with scissors, removing any hard stems, and place in a bowl.  Add two cups of water and let stand for at least 4 hours.  Place softened apricots in large, heavy pot and add the other ingredients.  Mix well.  Place over high heat and bring to a full rolling boil stirring constantly.  Boil 10 minutes to prevent floating fruit.  Ladle into sterilized jars and seal.

It’s a bright, delicious jam.  The boys came home from their Saturday job as I was stirring it on the stove top.  They said it smelled so good.  “Mom’s making jam again!”   After I was done with it, I made some biscuits and we enjoyed the jam on our biscuits.  It was a lovely late-afternoon snack.

Rich was busy working on yet another landscaping project here at home–a walkway from the house to the garage–so I served him his biscuit with jam outside and he enjoyed every morsel.  Funny story:  He asked for a second biscuit and as I skipped proudly back inside through the front door, I told the children (who were munching on their snack) happily, “Dad wants another one!”  THEY THOUGHT I MEANT ANOTHER BABY!   Ethan even said, “If it’s a boy we could name him Joshua, we’ve always liked that name but haven’t used it yet”.  shocked  Talk about misunderstanding!

This was the weekend project.  Actually not only a walkway, but also a patio between the house and the garage.  Rich and the boys (and Grace, too) worked on it all weekend long.  Six year old Caleb even has a black eye from his “helping” (he was fooling around and ran into one of his brothers, who was carrying some pavers). 

The pavers are all in place now, and we are just waiting for them to dry (it has since rained) before Rich finishes it off.  We plan on putting a grill down there and planting some perennial beds around the outside of the patio.  I am proud of their hard work.  In fact, it is one of the ways Rich likes to show me his love, by his hard work around the house and at the office.  *swoon*  heart

He gets rewarded for his hard work in many ways, one of which is GOOD EATS.  Yesterday morning he was working outside and I served him “breakfast on a bulldozer”.  I made homemade baked oatmeal and orange muffins and took them outside to him as he was working on the bulldozer with Seth on his lap.

The muffins were so perfectly yummy, you must try:

Orange Buttermilk Muffins, makes 12

6 T. butter

1 cup buttermilk

1/2 orange

1 egg

1/2 cup sugar

2 cups flour

1 tsp baking powder

1 tsp baking soda

dash salt

Preheat oven to 400 degrees.  Melt the butter, set aside to cool.  Put the buttermilk and half a sweet orange, seeds removed, into a blender and puree.  Add the egg and butter and blend well.  In a separate bowl combine all the dry ingredients.  Mix the liquid ingredients into the dry ingredients until just mixed. Do not overbeat.  Spoon into greased muffin tins and bake at 400 for 20 minutes. 

Serve with butter and homemade apricot pineapple jam.

 

truly scrumptious

 

Truly Scrumptious
You’re truly truly scrumptious

Scrumptious as a cherry peach parfait

When you’re near us, it’s so delicious

Honest truly, you’re the answer to our wishes

Truly Scrumptious
Though we may seem presumptuous
Never, never, ever go away

Our hearts beat so unruly

Because we love you, truly

Honest truly, we do

(song lyrics from the movie chitty-chitty-bang-bang)

 

antique show

 

Last weekend, my Uncle Roger and Aunt Colleen came with their four girls.  Colleen is less than 2 years older than me, I’ve written about her before, as we like to have adventures together now and then.  We grew up as neighbors, having lots of fun, making memories, going to the same school and church, and getting into our fair share of arguments and drama.  I used to hang around with Roger and Colleen when they were dating and I was in their wedding (I sang!).  Colleen and I had our children during the same time frame but usually in different years, so we have a real variety in ages when we get together.  The kids all get along so well and we love to sit and watch them play.  It’s been a long time since Colleen and I argued, but we still know how to laugh and talk just like always. 

 

 

While she was visiting, Colleen and I went the Brimfield Antiques show, which is held three times a year, less than half an hour from where I live.  This is a huge antiques show for our area and has been featured in Country Living magazine.  My sister Amanda had gone during the week and she met us there on Saturday, too.

I took pictures of things that caught my eye and reminded me of people.

Grace loves cats and nick knacks.

A chicken dish that reminded me of myself.  *smiles*

These plates reminded Colleen and me of Aunt Mary and my mom.

A picture for my friend Christie.  (I know it’s not exactly the right spelling but still, I thought of you.)

We knew Jacob and Ethan would get a kick out of this man.

The glare on this *picture of a picture* is terrible, but I wanted to share it for my quilting friends (Polly, Hannah); I thought this was such a happy piece.  It’s a quilting party, with ladies working on the quilt and all the big family filling up the room.  I do wish I had purchased this, why oh why didn’t I?

We stopped to chuckle over this and named him “Boulder Boy” right away.  There are a great many odd things to see at this show. 

This made me think of the little boys…and how much fun they would have trying out this sled……I had never seen anything like it.

Take a look at this fiesta tent!  OOo la la! These are not antiques, just a lot of seconds (=affordable!) from the factory store, but still oh so exciting for me.

 

It was a hot clear day and I did get a sunburn.  When I went home I rubbed aloe plant all over it.

 

I took home a peacock blue jam jar.  I didn’t know these were made yet, so it was a happy surprise.  I already owned the large canisters, the jam jar is a miniture version.

And I also bought this dandy (about 4 feet high) green plant stand.

 

 

 

shoes

Grace and I went to the thrift store today and I found these shoes.  A perfect fit and they’re nicely made, too.  LOVE. 

Hope your day had a happy little surprise in it, too.

(photo of me in my new shoes, courtesy of son Davy)

telling time by the dandelion

Blow upon a dandelion,

Close thy eyes,

Chant

This year,

Next year,

Sometime,

Never,

If one clock remains,

We will be together.

-Old Song, from Sunflower Houses, by S.Lovejoy

 

 

I learned that you can discover what time it is in fairy-land by blowing the seeds off an “old man” dandelion.  How magical is that?

 

 

 

 

 

Sarah Joy didn’t want to blow on the dandelion, so I handed it to Seth.    I was captured by his sweet, and honest, little boy self.  When we watch it, he laughs, and I think you will smile, too.

Quote for today:  “The child is in me still…..and sometimes not so still.”  ~Mr. Rogers

 

You are loved, my friends. 

 

a picture of me and my children

 

I get a big kick out of what the children make me at school for Mother’s Day.  On Friday, Caleb came home with a little book he made, complete with charming illustrations that he drew himself, in crayon.  Each page had a fill in the blank for him to complete.

Hats off to MOM, by Caleb (age 6) (and a half)

My mom wears many hats in our family.  My Mom is a teacher.  She taught me how to: read.

My Mom is a cook.  I love it when she makes:  chicin devon

My Mom is a nurse.  She always makes me feel better when she: gives me medisin

My Mom is a chauffeur.  She drives me to:  Divids baseball game

My Mom is a sanitation worker.  When she sees my room she says, “Grat job!”

My Mom is the best mother ever!

Isn’t that adorable?  He also brought me home the traditional “Pansy Planted in a Paper Cup, Sort of Wilted”.  He got lots of hugs for these nice little gifts. 

 

It’s no secret that I love being a mother.  Each day I find so much delight in the children God has given me.  I am one thankful Mama.  heart

Have a great Monday, friends!